——Look! Migratory birds!
The girl yelled excitedly. He looked in the direction of her finger, and there was only a bloody setting sun on the horizon, which seemed to open its mouth ferociously.
——No way!
Yechen felt that he had been fooled and pretended to be angry and looked at where the girl was standing.
Empty.
He thought he heard a dull crash, like thunder on a summer afternoon.
He wanted to speak, but couldn't make a sound, and stared blankly at the guardrail...